The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Oh tragedy!

If Hao finds out that she is going against Xiaoyan Bingyu and Huashen lawlessly, will he be angry again?

Ah, ah, what now?

An Yingla raised her ears and looked at him beggingly: "Can't you let the cook do it?"

Tian Junhao supported his head with his hands, and looked at her with the expression you chose yourself. [

Either feed his belly; or be fed by him;

"Then you'd better feed my stomach." In short, I just couldn't shake that thing out.

Tian Junhao raised his eyebrows, with sympathy on his face, and threatened her three-pointedly, and pushed her:

"Baby, I just want to be fed by you now, are you really unwilling?"

It seems that there is no choice, tragedy, well, she does.

An Ying reluctantly left from his arms, dressed in home clothes, and walked towards the kitchen in a very sad manner.

Master Phyllis has asked for leave these days, and now no one can help her, An Ying feels that she feels a little guillotined.

After dawdling in the kitchen for more than an hour, I finally made a grilled steak and brought it back to the bedroom with trepidation.

At this moment, Tian Junhao was still lying on the bed, watching An Ying walk towards him step by step with the corner of his mouth curled up.

An Ying felt that it was better for her to be frank and lenient, and to act first.

So, a certain little girl who was twisted and twisted, put the steak she made by herself behind the bed, and began to hesitate and mutter.

"Hao, there is one thing, I told you, don't be angry."

Tian Junhao frowned lightly and shook his head, "What's the matter, you'll know if you want to be angry or not after talking about it first."

Forehead--

An Ying sat beside him, pulling Tian Junhao's arm, lowering her head, her attitude of admitting her mistake was very good.

"The steak you ate that day was not actually made by me, but by Master Felice. The steaks eaten by Brother Xiaoyan, Sister Bingyu, and Brother Huashen were made by me. It seems...should...maybe It's more unpalatable, are you sure you want to eat it? I asked the cook to prepare other food, why don't you try something else?"

In fact, Tian Junhao already knew that it was not An Ying's handicraft, and he didn't know how much she weighed.

He remained silent, picked up the steak that An Ying made himself, and his magnetic voice rang in An Ying's ear: "Oh, then this time you always cook it yourself, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, but it may be more unpalatable, Hao, are you sure you want to eat it?" An Ying looked at Tian Junhao with a bitter face, and begged in her heart: Don't eat it. [

Unexpectedly, Tian Junhao shook his head: "Honey, I just want to wake up and eat something made by my own woman."

[Today's chapter 17, no more updates, go to bed, good night everyone, I'm so sleepy, always staying up late is not good for the skin, let's go to bed]